Serelyia A'sun-sthr the Priestess of the Harvest Moon, Sunwarden of Thar-Eris

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Chapter 5

-- While praying and assisting the field hands outside the Goddess' temple a Dark God amuses in
my history. A patron to the Seantryn Brothels--or a firm enjoyer of them he may be. --

Translucent black flames rise from the ground as agonized cries for mercy fill the air.
As the flames fade, the Warlord Borkahd looms before you.

Borkahd sniffs at the air surrounding you.

Borkahd says to you 'Mm. Will be watching you.'

Borkahd says to you 'Who prays to, hm?'

You whisper 'What has cursed me with such fate?'

You say 'The Scythe of Amaranthe watches over me.'

Borkahd says to you 'Uncle has. Can smell it on you from heavens. Like elves,
especially ones that know what doing.'

Serelyia seems back a tears as a painful chord of her past is struck.

You say 'I am different than the impurity I was then'

Borkahd says to you 'Smells same to me. Can see memories to. Liked way would cry.'

You pray to the heavens for help!

Borkahd says to you 'Felt lots shame, sad. Mm, was good. Can taste it.'

You notice Borkahd leering at you, tracing every detail with wanton pleasure.

Borkahd says 'Lucky prays to goddess. Will not bother...too much. Like three-fold Lady.'

Borkahd says to you 'But if Her eyes ever leave you...'
Borkahd says to you 'You're mine.'

Tormented screams and pleas for mercy fill the air as Borkahd is consumed by
translucent black flames and vanishes.

Serelyia lowerself to the ground in shame and weeps for a time.

You whisper 'Forgive me. Empower me, Goddess. It'll not be forgotten. Like the seasons we must endure.'

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Chapter 4

And thus came the fleeing. It came with a slap of an oil-lamp upon the head of
a bored Brothel guard half-awake during the mid-day. The favored times were
morning and night. Little traffic in and out made it ideal. And with that I
sprinted nearly dragging this poor girl southward to the nearest gate that
seemed manageable from my sight. There was no stealth. Only confusion and
desperation. Somehow, we managed on the a road. To this day I do not know how.
The sounds of armor and rallying signaled what I thought to be my death.
But I managed to find rest in the lush fields of a small town not too far away.

It was here I found a temple. I did not know the people around. Nor did I trust
them with the escape so fresh. It was unlike any place I had been before.
It bore a feeling of solace. So we resided here often. I read the texts of
literature there. And would frequent this woman who claimed herself to be
"The Mother". She possessed the most enduring sense of spirit i've encountered.
The young girl I had such a delightful time splashing within the pond of
"The Maiden"--as she called her.

I studied the ways of the Coven of Amaranthe. I found that I would end up
taking up the way of prayer like my Uncle and many of my family I have long
since seen. I would take up clerigy in the arts of healing. I would resist
corruption. I would resist the Coin. I remain true and stand against the the
threats and defilement to the Great Cycles. I would became a Sunwarden of
Thar-Eris--as during my time I began to understand the power of the Ancients.
And how the Goddess herself, was one. I was not going to live for myself but
be hand of restoration.

Much like the moment that drew my freedom from the Brothel, I would continue
to embrace just that. It was that innocent child that brought that freedom.
It was that undeniable passion and empathy that I will forever cherish and
invoke. There are many others like that. Living in slaver and surpressed.
The Ancients, children, and even the old. They need a hand. They need to know
to endure because the return is coming. The Cycle's are spinning. There is
hope.

As to what happened to the young girl. I'm uncertain. on one of my returns to
the temple she was gone. Perhaps her own personal adventure to start. Perhaps,
just perhaps.. She was going out to give revelation to another capable person
just how powerful they can be. A form of empowerement and motivation. Even so,
I do hope to meet that girl again in my life. And thank her--I know what I did
for her. Saved her life, I'd dare say. But she also gave birth once more to mine.
And for that I cannot thank enough.

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Chapter 3

--- Note: Embarrassed at my errors in prior role post. I'm fairly bad about proof-
reading. I'm ashamed and I hope we can look beyond that. ---


The times were dark. I never forgot the freedom I had before I was 'sheltered' and
brought to this 'civilized' life. A life proclaimed to be of protection and
prosperity. I'd rather be covered in bark than these 'Seantryn hand-stiched comfort
cloths'. Why? Because than for a moment I could feel real. I care not for this
comfort--this slavery founded on weak ideals to control.

Do I fear death? No. We all die. It's part of the everturning circle. What I fear
is dying for selfish gain and prematurely while my turn to shine is still suppose
to spin on. I could have run from this Brothel and be instantly killed for my
actions. Perhaps then with time I'd be recycled. Born anew. But I know that I
am meant for something more than this near suicidal act. I watched my purity be
stripped morning and night.

My escape did come. It came as simple as running out of the Brothel. Something I
had considered countless times prior. As I mentioned just prior. What drove me?
What was different? It was a beautiful, beautiful girl. Younger than even I.
She was of the human race. She looked so young, incredibly pure. I suspected she
had just 'come of age', per say. The Brothel was no place for her. I had saved
so many in the Jade. Those seeking exploration and adventure. Those who mainly
knew what they were getting into and fell victim to mistepping. A choice--a
choice to abandoned being one with the lands and knowing her curves... vigiliance.
This girl was fragile. She did not choose this. And in the coming days her life
was becoming forfeit to the defilement of the Cow. She would be ripped and torn
in their glee and pleasure. I determined then and there, I would die shoving
her into the foliage and letting what powers of the Gods would cradle her.
A death there, though undesirable, would be far better than the one that awaited
her in the ritualistic torment here.

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Chapter 2

I longed for a long time the white-cap'd mountains. Where I use to pretend to be a
Snow Witch. Saving people from perils. Singing into the winds frigid winds to my
friends on peaks countless distances away. The birds as they came with stories from
the Hardan Woods or back from watching the silly lost in the deserts.

But here was different. Coin now ruled us. When things got tight and merchandise
became harder and harder to purchase I would be ridiculed for not advancing in
the guild of Clerigy. For I was to follow into his foosteps and 'earn' my living
in these walls. However, I was not motivated to serve these 'beasts' as I titled
them. It was all greed here. And the women were sickly and abused. I did not
dream to be one of them. Nor to follow in their footsteps.

My failures were a burden. Therefore I was traded for the Coin. I was forced into
a hell. I was to service Men so others might profit from the Coin. Invaded so that
my Uncle could feast on heavier blessings. I endured because I knew I had to.
I was destined for something more. I was pure--though those days my purity did not
shine. I was bless'd for I was an Elf. I pity those lost that were Human--those
who had to please the monsters that were Cow and their ritual. The screams and
deaths will never be forgotten. The corruption of those brothals will never be
forgiven.

Role

Chapter 1

The Jade mountains is where my small family resided. We were the warmth in
what would call the 'cold' times. Adventurers of all types would make the
pass to vaults of my kin. Or wants to be just a little southward bound to the
heated desert. I spent my days with my Uncle. We saved who we could from disaster.
Many did not know the trails as we did. For it was our home and foreign to their
taste. Or simply She--the earth--plays fickle games with those who have tried to
rely less on her curves and more on themselves.

He was a strong preacher and was able to cleanse the seemingly cursed. In return
we always received smiles out of embarrasment and little discs that always seemed
rather odd to us. They called them "coin". They represent wealth and power. I was
always gifted them since I was so young. My friends and I would flip them or see
who could make them fly the furthest. I was told later that they represent power
and wealth to those who have enslaved themself to the coin.

That is where our story turns. It was during one escavation of adventurers that
we stumbled upon a pair of armored warriors. Not too unusual considering the
grandeaur of many of those we have helped in the past. What happened next, however,
was unusual. They convinced my Uncle to come see how the coin can give power
and wealth. He was my Elder and I was learning my path through him. So I was bound
to go with them.

They made way--of course with our help--back to the worn trails of the forest west.
And soon we have entered a city only known to me through storytelling. The supposed
city of Seantryn Modan. Guards brought us to the palace where we were rushed in
a greeted by many. A table of prepared and one of the armored soldiers rescued told
us he was one of the noble lieutenants of the Empress. That we were to be his guest.

He showed us how the coin could buy food. We did not need to hunt. How it clothed us.
He showed my Uncle how it could get him love. It corrupted him. Not to dwell but he
became a 'priest' in the local temples offering healing for coin. Part of the profit
was for him and I. But the majority went to his 'partner' the Lieutnant.

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